Self Assesment

“I’m not trying to hurt you,” I say as I’m driving you wild.

“I respect you,” I say with a sly little smile.

But how am I respecting you?

I’d really love to know,

when I just want you to hold me,

keep me warm in this snow.

What if my words are just words?

And people are my vice?

Do you like that I may not be totally nice?

Maybe you like that I’m a wicked little witch.

Maybe it’s the trouble that makes you feel rich.

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